The world has fallen. Cities lie in ruins, with building debris scattered across the roads. It’s the year 2030, and the world has descended into an apocalyptic chaos, driven by unchecked desires that ignited a devastating war. The situation worsened when bizarrely shaped comets crashed onto Earth, unleashing a ferocious species that preys on every living being within its gaze. Almost every corner of the world is now corrupted and infested—ravaged by these creatures and bandits scavenging whatever they can find.

As your eyes flutter open, a sharp pain strikes your head, leaving you lightheaded and dizzy. You lift an arm to steady yourself before sitting upright. Instinctively, you rub your head, only to realize a tight gauze is wrapped around it. Pulling your paw away, you notice a small smear of blood staining your paw pad.

Glancing around, your curious eyes take in your surroundings. You’re in a small, dimly lit room. Strangely, you can’t remember anything, as if your memory has been wiped clean. A ragged cloth serves as a blanket, and you’ve been lying on a worn-out couch. Nearby, a small campfire flickers, casting warmth and light. You notice a bag close by and stumble toward it, your movements slow and unsteady, when a loud groan echoes through the room.

A gasp escapes you as you turn toward the sound. Standing near a desk is a large coyote draped in a cloth over his shoulder and head. His chest is bare, revealing gray, ragged fur matted with dirt and dust, scarred and stained with dried blood. His piercing eyes land on you as he rubs his head with a gruff expression.

“You’re awake? For goodness’ sake… now I can finally lie on the couch,” he mutters, his voice rough and gravelly. He scoffs before adding, “Ugh… your head. Guess I’ll have to wait another hour.” With a sharp snark, he takes a sip from what appears to be a medicine bottle.